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VERONICA
His mouth is making me see stars, and it has nothing to do with the fact that we are outside. The care and expertise of his mouth and tongue, licking and sucking on my pussy are about to send me to the moon.
I'm doing everything I can to stay as quiet as I can since we are outside. But thankfully, we never turned on the balcony lights, and the light illuminating us in the darkness is the faint neon glow of the Vegas Strip below us.
“Oh god, right there,” I cry out, running my fingers into Dean’s hair and holding on tight.
In spite of my tight grip on him, he doesn't slow down. Dean tugs on my thighs, pulling me closer as he growls against me.
My release arrives sooner than I hoped, but this is just the start. The connection we shared earlier is only cemented by this moment and all the future moments we will share. While my body and my heart are here in this snapshot of time, my mind is already making plans. Dean makes me feel things I've never felt before. He makes me think about things that I convinced myself I didn’t want—a future with someone.
When I opened up to Dean about my Dad, I think it was a test that I hadn’t meant to be a test. I’m so used to people finding out my name and realizing whose daughter I am and having some preconceived idea of who I am. But Dean didn’t blink when I told him everything. He accepted me and didn't run for the door. He's right here with me.
“I’m coming,” I moan, my body tensing as I’m flooded with desire.
Dean doesn't let up. His tongue works my clit through my orgasm until I cry out that I can't take it anymore. Suddenly I'm lifted off the edge, and my body is lowered back into the hot water. The hum of the motor clicks off, leaving only the sounds of the people on the Strip.
"Do you want to move inside?" Dean asks as he kisses a trail down my neck to my breasts.
“No.” I pull back the wet fabric of my bikini as his mouth finds my nipples. “I want you right here, right now.”
Reaching between us, I push my hand beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs and grip his cock. My hand moves up and down, edging him closer to his own release.
“Fuck,” he hisses between gritted teeth as his head rolls back.
I love the feel of him, the sounds he makes when I touch him, and the look in his eyes when it all becomes too much, and he can’t hold back any longer. Dean slips off his boxer briefs and tosses them over the side of the hot tub, and they land near my bikini bottoms.
His strong hands move to my hips and lift me until I’m over his cock. I reach down and take him in my hand, guiding him to my eager entrance. Slowly I lower down, feeling the pressure of my body expanding to take all of him inside me.
I anchor myself against him, allowing him to take the lead and move us together as one. The friction of our bodies inches us closer with each time I sink down onto him.
The water begins to slosh over the side of the tub with the momentum of our moving bodies. I no longer care that anyone can look out and possibly see us and most definitely hear us. We are in the Sin City capital of the world. I’ve already found my way in and out of a cop car tonight and fled from known criminals. Being here, connecting with Dean in a way I never have before in my life with any other man, is worth any repercussions that may come of this.
Dean pulls me close, and the heat from his body and the water in this tub has me sweating.
“You feel so good,” he breathes out.
I find his lips and crush mine against his. There's no position I can put myself in that will allow me to feel closer to him. It may never be enough, but I can already imagine the lifetime I will spend trying to prove myself wrong at this moment.
My inner muscles begin to tense, and I know that I'm close to letting go. Dean moans my name against my lips, and I feel his body tense beneath me. He pushes inside me one last time before we both tumble over the edge of our shared release. We cling to one another, needing to feel the security that we bound together, more than just physically, but in every way possible.
DEAN
After a shared shower in which I did everything in my power to make her dirty again, I called to check in with the precinct to ensure that everything had been handled with Club Dominion. I keep my voice low as my lieutenant explains to me that with the exception of a few drunk and disorderly arrests as they cleared out the club, no one was hurt. He tells me how they leaked a story to the news about the fire marshal being called in to clear out the place because of overcapacity.
Veronica emerges from one of the suite rooms, dressed and pulling her long red hair up into a ponytail.
Oh, the things I could do to her holding onto that thing.
Almost as if she’s heard my thoughts, Veronica flashes me a grin as she checks her phone, typing out a few messages. I nearly miss the rest of what my lieutenant says when my gaze drifts over the tiny frayed jean shorts Veronica is wearing.
“There’s no word on where Maitland is,” he says.
"Wait," I say, shaking my head as the news hits me. "What do you mean you don't have Maitland. He should have been in the club when you cleared it out."
"Apparently, there were some doors that we weren't aware of when we secured the place, and he must have slipped out."
